New Ulm weekly review., 1887-09-21

II slept soundly, and it was late
when enJeredt6her breakfast-room. /
found that it contained only one oc.
cupant. an elderly lady, an old
friend of Mrs. Ely's- She told me, in
answer to my questions, that allthe
guests had breakfasted rather late
that morning with the exception OF
Harold Charters and young Devine,
who, in compa1ry with two of their
friends, had come down remarkably
early. Isabel was oaut for her morning
ramble. could. NOT eat. Something
IN the goods lady's Information
troubled me Why were those four
young men out so, very early on this
particular moming2 And how came
1t about-the. coincidence OF De-
vines brakfasting at about the
same time as did Harold, for
Capt. Devine WAS usually late in the
morning; and then it all came to me
plainly. That look OF yesterday over
the torn hand kerchief. It meant a
duel. said nothing OF nv suspicion,
which, indeed,, amounted to q convic-
tlon, but as soon as possible started
out to find the rivals. All, we'll; half
an hour later I fonnd them in q little
green glade inthe corner OF the park
most distant from the house: but
poor Devine's blue eyes would never
brighten again with love or triumph
or fash a challenge defantly to rival
or foe; they were last glazing in death.
When / appeared upon the scene the
surgeon .rom the neighboring town
was kneeling by Devine' side attempt
ing to administer some kind of restor
ative, while Walter Delaney, one OF
the seconds, held the poor boys head
in his arms As for Harold Charters;
we'll, I,am,an old man, a physician,
and am familiar with most forms of
human agony, yet shall never forget
the awful look ofgrief, horror, remorse
upon, the stern, set counte-
nance. OF Harold as he bent over his
DID, fniend and comrade, dying
now stricken down by his own hand.
Suddenly poor Devine frightened up
a little; he moved his hand towards
Harold's teebly, and whispered pain
fullg:: eGood-by, old fellow; Harold
don't take it so hard; it had TO be- I
was all to blame. You will win her
noM; God bless her. 1t was all for
fair Queen Isabel. Good. by!" His
head fell heavily back, a shudder of
the graceful, boyish figure, and all
was over. Then, indeed Harold gave
way. He bowed his head over the
body OF mis- dead friend and his strong
frame shook in very convulsion OF
grief.
''All we'll, well, it was sad affair, and
so uselesss; all for what, girls fool
ish whim. But, then, Troy town
fell from a woman's whim, too. You
will find a woman's whim at the. bot
tom Of most tragedies and troubles.(
It seems that Devine had sent a
challenge to Harold a few hours
after the handkerchief scene in
the garden, and the affair had been
managed so swiftly and silently
that none of the guests, oatslde of the
four young men, had discovered what
was going on. Harold had intended
to miss his friend, OF at most only
wound HIM slightly, but there had
been some mistake, and the wound
was fatal: an artery was severed, and
Devine bled to death internally. They
say Harold tried to commit suicide
soon after this duel, and, indeed, /
think that his death, which happened
a year later, could we'll be called sui
eide, since, although he was shot down
in the front OF battle, was told by
one of his brother officers that he per-
sistently and recklessly sought rather
than met danger.
1T was a sad affair, they were both
friends of mine, and fine fellows-yet
1T was in the good old days l re-
torted perhaps a tri1e too flippant-
ly], before dueling as a fine art had
gone out and railways, drawing.room
cars. and lawsuits came in, but the
cause of all the trouble, what became
Of her? DOCTOR asked.
''The doctor answered, half dreami-
ly, for his thoughts were with the past,
Fair Queen Isabel, If she is among
the living now, is probably the moth
er superior OF the convent which she
entered soon after Harold Charters
death. It was said that she never
smiled again after that day when he
went to her and said: Isabel, have
come to say this to you, I have loved
you as few women have ever been low
ed. have lived for you alone, and
willingly would have died for you.
Alas, love you still but, AS she
would have come to him, with all the
light OF great and happy love in her
glorious eyes. But from this hour
never, willingly, will look upon your
face again, for another face comes ev-
er between us. Shall / tell you whose?
The dying face OF NV life-long-once
my dearest friend-we were like broth
ers, yet ] have just killed him in a
duel. Can you guess how it came
about? Nay, Twill not reproachyou,
but good-by, forever
He kept his vow, and never saw
her face again. saw her few min
utes after this occurrence, her hair,
once black as night, was now all sill
yery-white, and gave a weird, strange
look TO that face with it's sad, beauti-
full gray eyes. She had loved Harold
desperately, it seems all the time, and
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